“Dad”
Elara turned her attention towards the door at the sound of his voice. Lucian stared at the man across from her with a hardened look,his fist curling and uncurling by his sides.
Her pulse pounded in her ears. She had only woken up a few minutes ago when it had felt as though someone had been tracing lines down the length of her leg. For a moment,she had thought that it was one of the Blackwood brothers but instead of finding a familiar face,she found herself staring at a man who shared almost a similar face with Dante but he had an aura that filled the room like smoke.
Mr. Blackwood.
Their father.
There was something creepy about him,yet she couldn't place her hands on it. She had wanted to ask him if he had been touching her but she had no idea how to. He didn't bother hiding t
